The Scarlet Flame |A Grimm X reader story|

Prologue

"hey.. grimm.. if nothing happened tonight.. would want to take a walk?"

You woke up, yawning on your bed. 4.30AM is when you looked at your hourglass sand clock on your small desk designed for it. You awake in time.. as always. You sat down, stretching your body. You do your usual routines when you woke up, tidying up your bed and take a shower inside one of the door on your room. Despite being a troupe of tents, waters aren't an issue at all with it being connected from a gallon of water shelved deep on the troupe.

You dried yourself, walking to your wardrop and picking your clothes (depends on you), then took a coat from a coat hanger along with your Troupe mask. You looked at yourself in a fullbody mirror hanged on the wall, you wore your cloak and mask.....you blinked twice, looking at your figure on the mirror

If anyone saw or knew you for the first time, they might thought that you're the master troupe, not him... you get that pretty often, and you had to correct them out that You're Y/N, the master troupe's female assistant with them being 'oh' as a response. You even remembered the exact wording and sentences you used to said it without changes and tone in your word. As said before.. you get that a lot. You understand why it always happened

You wore that stripped line dark red-grey cloak. The same colored cloak that he wore, even exactly one to one exact similiarity, almost like a replica with small minor differences that it's size were much smaller to fit your body. Why wouldn't anyone mistook you for it?. It's always been a style of your dressing. No matter how different, how varies, how diversed you wore, that cloak will always be on your body no matter what. Even if it would made bugs mistaking you for the master troupe. Besides, your master never bothered with you wearing it

Other than that.. it's your mask. The troupe's signature masks are wore to each individual Grimmkin while retaining the design that helps distinguish the positions in hierarchy from one to another. A simple pale white mask with two lines. A symbol that you are a part of the Grimm Troupe. But not every mask is the same. Divine and Brumm had their own custom distinct mask, no one questioned that but yours. Your mask strikingly resembled a normal grimmkin's, which it is.. with one key note that you only had one line, not two making you stood out among the rest. Your answered is that you 'only deserved to have one', and never elaborated further as why you do and walked it off

In the end, no matter what or who you are. You're still you that you see on the mirror. Even if hours, days, weeks, months, years, decade or even centuries passed by... you're still the same Y/N, the same Focus on the job Y/N, the same barely expressionless and emotionless Y/N. just you, just Y/N. living everyday lives to served the troupe and it's master until your day of reckoning came by, to which hopefully other would take your place

You pulled the cloak closer to your body as you stuffed a notebook and a quill(which worked like a pen) along with your staff and opened the door as began to do your usual duty. Serving your third master troupe, a prove that you're well experienced and on your job.

Unfortunately this time....... things will be different that what you used to. A whole. Lot. Different.